An Eleventh-Hour Interview

, , , , , | Working | May 11, 2020

I apply for a job at a restaurant that is famous for having girls in skimpy outfits as waitresses, but is supposedly “family-friendly.” I don’t hear back for a week, so I figure I’ll just forget about it.

Late at night, I’m browsing the Internet and I get a message saying that I’ve got a new email.

“We would like to meet you in one hour to interview. Please reply if yes.”

It’s 1:00 am. Of course, I don’t reply! Luckily, they don’t email me again. Guess they aren’t so friendly!

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Early Customers Are Around

, , , | Right | May 8, 2020

I’m working my shift at the bar on a busy evening. The restaurant is booked and there’s no free table until around eight, since it’s Valentine’s week. Half an hour ago, a man called and asked to reserve a table for “around eight.” A man enters the restaurant.

Me: “Hello. Would you be the sir that called us about a free table at eight?”

Keep in mind that it is extremely busy, and only 18:20.

Guest: “Yes. Where is our table?”

Me: “There’s still another family sitting there, but you can take a seat at the bar and order a drink until your table is free.”

The bar is indeed only half-full, and they could sit quite comfortably at the main table. The guest glances at it and then back to my coworker.

Guest: *Sarcastic* “What a fine establishment you have here.”

Me: “Thank you…?”

Guest: *Now sneering* “This is terrible customer service! How dare you not have our table ready?! When will it be available?”

Me: “Roughly forty-five minutes, I’m afraid.”

Guest: “What?! Why?! I called you earlier to confirm my reservation! It should be done now!”

Me: “Well, you told us you’d be coming around eight, so there’s a different family sitting there and eating. Since you arrived earlier, you will have to wait. It is a busy night, and forty-five minutes is the fastest—”

Guest: *Rudely interrupting* “Around eight, yes! It is around eight!”

I remain speaking in a friendly tone.

Me: “It’s almost an hour and a half until eight, sir. That is not ‘around’ eight.”

Guest: “It is around eight! This is a terrible establishment! We want a table, now!”

My coworker then turns around to ask another one of the waiters if they’ll have a free table in the next minutes, and the rude guest visibly bristles.

Guest: “That’s it. Strike me off of your guest list; we will be going somewhere else now!”

He turned around and stormed off with his wife, leaving the staff staring. My coworker shook his head and muttered to himself, “Around eight at six forty? What even…?” before going back to work.

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Fax Machine Or Time Machine?

, , , , , | Right | April 26, 2020

Me: “What time did you fax that and what time zone are you in?”

Caller: “I’m in Daylight Savings time.”

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“Professional” Means Getting Paid For Your Time

, , , , , , | Working | April 23, 2020

(This takes place at my first job. I work at a popular teenage clothing store at the mall. The earliest we are allowed to clock in is five minutes before our shift starts. My shift starts at 11:00 am and I walk in at 10:50 to go to the break room before clocking in. At 10:55, I clock in, when the manager on duty approaches me along with some of my coworkers.)

MOD: “[My Name]! You’re late!”

Me: *glances at my watch* “What do you mean? It’s 10:55. Doesn’t my shift start at 11:00?”

MOD: “Yes, but you’re supposed to be here fifteen minutes before your shift starts so the team can go over stuff.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. No one ever told me that.”

MOD: “Be here on time next time.”

Me: “Okay. So, just for clarification, we are allowed to clock in fifteen minutes before our shift? Because I thought it was only five minutes.”

MOD: “No. It’s still only five minutes before.”

Me: “Wait. What? So you want us to show up fifteen minutes before our shift but we can’t clock in?”

MOD: “Yes.”

Me: *long pause* “Yeah, that’s not going to happen. If I’m required to be here fifteen minutes before our shift to do work-related things, then I’m clocking in so I get paid for that time.”

(The MOD didn’t really know how to respond to me telling her no. Apparently, I was the only one who had actually said something back. Later, she told me it was unprofessional of me to talk to her that way in front of the other employees. I responded that it was unprofessional of her to talk to me about being “late” in front of my coworkers.)

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Not In Any Hurry To Make A Deal

, , , , , | Working | April 11, 2020

(We are three students looking for a new flat. I work not very far from campus, but we decide to try and stay in our hometown. I’ve been asking around for some time and I’ve finally found something that I like. I call to set a time and a date.)

Me: “You see, I finish work at 7:00, and I need about fifty minutes to get to the place and find parking. I think we could meet at 8:00?”

Agent: “Fine, we can meet next week there at 7:45.”

Me: “But I just told you…”

Agent: “Can’t you just get out of work ten minutes earlier?”

(I don’t like this at all, but being very anxious about confrontation, I agree. I also tell her my boyfriend and flatmate will be coming, too. Fast forward to the day of the meeting: I manage to get out fifteen minutes earlier, but there is not only a small jam on the way, it’s also August on a very sunny afternoon, and the flat is within thirty meters of the beach. I reach the place at 7:30 but need twenty minutes to find a parking spot. Meanwhile, my boyfriend and flatmate have arrived at the door of the apartment building at around 7:30 and are waiting for me and the agent. When I finally park and pick up my phone, I see four missing calls from the agent, starting at exactly 7:30. I call her.)

Me: “Uh, hi, I…” 

Agent: “You forgot our appointment!”

Me: “No, I didn’t. I’m just five minutes late.”

Agent: “I’ve been waiting for you since 7:30.”

Me: “Sorry, what? I told you I was out of work at 7:00 and needed almost an hour to get there; you were the one who insisted on meeting at 7:45.”

Agent: “Well, I’ve been waiting for you for 20 minutes and now I’m not there anymore.”

Me: “Excuse me?! What do you mean, you’re not there anymore?”

Agent: “I have another appointment now.”

Me: “And what did you expect? To show me the flat in five minutes?”

Agent: “Well, don’t be like that. We can meet on some other day; you just have to actually leave work early this time.”

Me: “No. No. I don’t think we will.”

(I ended the call and refused to pick it back up when she called back. I picked my boyfriend and flatmate up to go home. They told me they had been waiting since 7:30, and that there was a woman, too, across the street, looking at them. She never approached them, despite them being in the precise place she’d told me to wait at, and she left way before 7:45. Despite this, and some other occurrences that I’ll submit at another time, we found a place. Without “help”.)

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